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Is very snow-broth; one who never feels :-
Isab. Doth he so seek his life?
Has censur'd him
Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me
power you have. Isab. My power! alas! I doubt,Lucio.
Our doubts are traitors,
Isab. I'll see what I can do.
· But speedily
you: Commend me to my brother: soon at night I'll send him certain word of my success.
Lucio. I take my leave of you.
Good sir, adieu.
SCENE I. A Hall in ANGELO's House. Enter ANGELO, ESCALUS, a Justice, Provost, Officers,
and Attendants. Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of
Ay, but yet
And pulld the law opon you.
Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
That thieves do pass on thieves? 'Tis very pregnant,
Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.
Where is the provost?
See that Claudio
Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive us all!
Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, Officers, fc.
Ang. How now, sir! what's your name? and what's the matter?
Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poor duke's constable, and my name is Elbow; I do lean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here before your good honour two notorious benefactors.
Ang. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? are they not malefactors ?
(sa sir dis SON th
Elb. If it please your honour, I know not well what they are: but precise villains they are, that I am sure of; and void of all profanation in the world, that good Christians ought to have.
Escal. This comes off well; here's a wise officer.
Ang. Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is your name? Why dost thou not speak, Elbow?
Clo. He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow.
Elb. He, sir? a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as they say, pluck'd down in the suburbs; and now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too.
Escal. How know you that?
Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven and your honour,
Escal. How! thy wife?
Elb. Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an honest woman,
Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore?
Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house.
Escal. How dost thou know that, constable?
Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a woman cardinally given, might have been accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanliness there.
Escal. By the woman's means ?
Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's means : but as she spit in his face, so she defied him.
Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so.
Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou honourable man, prove it.
Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces? [To Angelo.
Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and longing (saving your honour's reverence,) for stew'd prunes : sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit-dish, a dish of some three-pence: your honours have seen such dishes : they are not China dishes, but very good dishes.
Escal. Go to, go to; no matter for the dish, sir.
Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therein in the right : but, to the point: as I say, this mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great belly'd, and longing, as I said, for prunes; and having but two in the dish, as I said, master Froth here, this very man, having eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly ;-for, as you know, master Froth, I could not give you three-pence again.
Froth. No, indeed.
Clo. Very well: your being then, if you be remember'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes.
Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed.
Clo. Why, very well : I telling you then, if you be remember'd, that such a one, and such a one, were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they kept very good diet, as I told you.
Froth. All this is true.
Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. - What was done to Elbow's wife, that he hath cause to complain of? Come me to what was done to her.
Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet.
Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's leave: and I beseech you, look into master Froth here, sir; a. man of fourscore pound a year; whose father died at Hallowmas :-Was't not at Hallowmas, master Froth?
Froth. All-hollond eve.
Clo. Why, very well; I hope here be truths : he, sir, sitting,' as I say, in a lower chair, sir ;-'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a delight to sit: have you not?
Froth. I have so; because it is an open room, and good for winter.
Clo. Why, very well then ;-I hope here be truths.